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“I remember,' she breathed. 'Do you now?' He smiled, and just like everything else, it was a very Jacks-like smile. Sharper at one corner, giving the impression of being both cruel and playful all at once. It reminded her vaguely of the first time they'd met, when she'd thought he looked like a half-bored young noble, half-wicked demigod. 'Tell me, pet, just how much do you remember?”

“Of course- I loathe him. I can't stand the sight of him or the sound of his voice, and I want to get out of here before he returns so I never have to see him again.' 'Let's do that then. Although I would love to wait until he returns so that I can stab him in the heart and then cook it over a fire. But I suppose I can do that another day,' Lala mused.”

“Tentatively, she reached for the top button of his doublet. Jacks's eyes flashed open. 'What are you doing?' 'Your clothes are wet,' she whispered as she slowly undid the first button with a soft click. It was a small sound, but somehow it filled the room. Outside, the rain lashed hard against the thin window, shaking the glass, but Evangeline could still hear the sound of every button as she undid one after another. 'This is a very bad idea,' Jacks murmured. 'I would have thought you liked bad ideas.' 'Only when they're mine.' He stood very still as he fingers reached for the bottom button and carefully slid it through the hole. For a second, there was no rain, there was no breathing. There was just the two of them. Carefully, Evangeline parted the fabric of the doublet. Then she felt Jacks's hand braceleting her wrist. 'My turn,' he said hoarsely. And she swore she could feel his voice on her skin as he reached for the ties of her cloak.”

“I remember all of it,' she said. 'I remember everything from the moment we met in your church to the night at the Valory Arch. I'm sorry it took me so long.' 'It doesn't matter,' Jacks said flippantly, still smiling crookedly as he dropped the apple in his hand. It fell to the ground with a heavy thud. 'Evangeline. Back away from him,' called a smoky voice through the trees. It was vaguely familiar, but she couldn't place it until Chaos carefully stepped closer. 'He's not safe right now.' 'I'm never safe,' Jacks said. Then with a smirk toward his old friend, he added, 'Playing the hero doesn't suit you, Castor.' 'At least I don't give up just because I fail.' 'I'm not giving up,' Jacks drawled. 'I'm giving the girl what she wants.' His fingers moved down her jaw to Evangeline's chin. For a second, time seemed to slow as he carefully lifted her chin in a way that made her think of only one thing: kissing. Evangeline felt suddenly sober. 'Isn't this what you want?' Jacks whispered.”

“First we need to get out of this accursed forest before someone else tries to kill you.' 'About that,' she said, 'someone else did try to kill me earlier, before I entered this place.' Jacks gave her a baleful look. 'How is it that every day someone tries to kill you?' 'I wish I knew. Maybe then I could stop it from happening.”

“Chaos quickly threw up his hands. 'You're not in danger. I'm here because a friend of ours needs help- your help. He's about to make a horrible decision and you need to change his mind before it's too late to save him. I'm not here to hurt you, Evangeline.' 'Then why don't you get the hell away from her,' growled Archer. Evangeline hadn't heard him approach. She just turned and suddenly Archer- Jacks- was there. It was easier to think of him as Jacks as she watched him, striding swiftly in between the crates, glaring at Chaos with murder in his eyes. 'I don't want you near her. Ever.' Jacks pulled out his sword, and before Chaos had time to speak, he shoved the blade right through his chest.”

“You can't just tie people up and whisk them to wherever you want them.' 'I wouldn't need to, if you would just remember.' His voice was still quiet, but it was a dangerous sort of quiet, one that gave his words a bite. Evangeline told herself not to care. But instead she felt compelled to argue. 'You don't think I'm trying to remember?' 'Clearly not hard enough,' Jacks said coldly. 'Do you even want your memories back?' 'All I've been doing is trying to get them back!' 'If you believe that, then either you're lying to yourself or you've forgotten how to really try.' His eyes burned as they met hers; it was a fire like anger. But she could see hurt as well. It came in threads of silver that moved through the blue of his eyes like cracks. 'I've seen you try before. I've seen you want something more than anything else in the entire world. I've seen what you're willing to do. How far you were willing to go. You haven't even come close to that now.”

“What are you to me?' she asked. Archer's eyes locked with hers. 'Nothing.' But it didn't feel like nothing when his fingers reached down and he took hold of the sash that kept her robe tied together. He held it as if he couldn't decide if he wanted to untie it or tug her closer to him. 'Why are you lying?' she asked. 'I thought we'd already established that I'm not very kind.”

“On her ninth birthday, she'd woken up to find every tree in her mother's garden had branches full of lollipops tied to them with polka-dot strings. There were also gumdrops sitting in the centre of the flowers and overlarge pieces of rock candy laid among the blades of grass to make it seem as if the garden stones had turned to candy in the night.”

“Wait!' Evangeline called. 'What's your name?' You already know, Little Fox. But once again, his thoughts weren't projected loudly enough for her to hear. Instead, he gave her the name he'd planned on. He knew she wouldn't remember it, and he needed to make sure he didn't forget it. 'You can call me Archer.”

“I'm starting to feel as if you don't want to escape.' He definitely nipped her ear this time, teeth sharp as they scraped her skin. She wondered if he liked to hurt everyone, of if it was just her. Something about this was starting to feel personal. Although the nip of teeth at her ear didn't hurt so much as it unsettled her. 'Do you want me to toss you over the edge?' he taunted. 'Of course not!' she yelled. 'Then why aren't you fighting?' He sounded angry. 'I'm trying my best.' 'And I'm not, which means you need to try harder. Kick me.”

“This is where you break free,' he said softly. 'I don't want to,' she said, but the words came out wrong, breathless. And despite all the cold and the damp, she could feel herself go hot from her cheeks all the way down to the bare skin beneath Archer's hands. 'I mean, I just need to catch my breath.' He mad a scolding sound with his tongue. 'You don't get to catch your breath. If you stop fighting, you lose.' He moved one icy hand to her throat and she felt the sharp tip of a knife against her neck. Evangeline went very still, or she tried to. It was surprisingly hard not to move with a blade to her throat and a hand intimately wrapped around her stomach. 'Are you insane?' 'Undoubtedly.' He slowly moved the dagger, drawing a careful line over her pulse. He didn't pierce her skin, but the effect was still dizzying. 'Never imagine you're safe,' he scolded. His knife traced a line from the hollow of her throat to the centre of her chest all the way down to the laces of her vest.”

“Why is it that people are always trying to kill you?' His voice was low, on the edge of something deadly. 'You need to be more careful.' 'How is this my fault?' 'You have no sense of self-preservation.' Archer took another angry step. 'If someone labelled a bottle poison, you would drink it. You take warnings as invitations. You can seem to stay away from all the things that will hurt you.' Like me.”